sad poetry

The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.

Tracks
It would be so easy to jump... Not even the effort of a jump; I could simply glide into forever. Our forever was short lived, wasn't it. But it sure was everything. By everything, I mean all consuming...
Joseph Lenz12 days ago
Wrath
Wrath slowly inhabited my mind All the wrong that I have endured Psychological torture I’ve been a witness to. Acts of revenge seething the hatred inside Warning… Stay away Mother Fuckers! My Rational...
Becky Town13 days ago
Final Thoughts
On the dusty field I wait Among the trees and grass Blood stains my face and arms, I will, perish here at last In a sleep I fall for long, listening intently to deaths sweet song In peace, in rest and...
Melody Bowling13 days ago
The Darkness of Death
The night he died, I felt him pass through me. My heart didn't shatter, it cracked; like a dinner plate, absent-mindedly placed on a hot burner, it sounded the same in my ears. I felt and heard my hea...
True Heroes
Lie a low and do not worry Your name we shan’t forget For your bravery and loyalty be assured That I shall not let. They can keep their cape and powers For in you we have found True Heroes above the r...
Violet P. Davies13 days ago
I Wish I Could Grow Fonder
Nobody's strong because they want to be We only hold on because we have to And the ones who don't won't admit they're weak just by not hurting Here I stand, infirm but stiff Unbending just in case I b...
Hannah Rose13 days ago
Destructive
I realize that one of these days I’ll crumble Fall to my knees, break down and mumble. There is a level of pain I can take and once I hit it, I’ll start to quake I put myself in the line of fire, I se...
Hannah Rose13 days ago
One Year Later
I’ve been working on who I am now for a year I can’t sleep, I won’t eat, wait no, that’s where I used to be I don’t know who I am right now. I don’t know how to define this moment I am in. My label us...
Jade Renteria14 days ago
Where I Would Go
If you could visit one place in the world, where would you go? Why? What would you do there? I thought about this for a while. To be honest, I have no clue where I want to go... I don't have a specifi...
Jade Renteria14 days ago
What Makes Me Happy/Sad
What makes me happy? When I see my nephew smile. When he talks. When he giggles. When he kisses my cheeks. When our hands meet. When he hugs me. Everything about him makes me happy. When my mom smiles...
Serrena Gragg14 days ago
Original Thought
You don’t have an original thought, do you? You keep spreading the same words around. The same fucking style. You know, you told me that too. The lies that you’re spilling inside heads with a sick smi...
Becca M14 days ago
Mute Girl
I can't speak. I can't fucking Breathe. I can't feel Anything Other than This emptiness. This writhing pain. This dagger Straight To The Heart Over And Over Again. I can't let it out. Can't keep it in...
Serrena Gragg14 days ago
Burnt Hands
The rope burns my hands As I try to hold on, It hurts a lot more Then I thought it would. The rope Gave me scars, Made my hands bleed and ache, Trying to keep a grip on this, We were hanging by a thre...
Quinn Street14 days ago
Love Songs for the Insane
Love songs for the insane... * ** This goes out to all those beautiful faces that carried me away to such lost and lonely places... Thank you from the depths of my bottomless heart for all the lessons...
Em E. Lee15 days ago
The Stages
My only word: No. My only action: a slow shake of the head. I stutter, I stumble As the clichés ring in my brain: “This can’t be happening…” “It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” “Please, you can’t leave me...
Violet P. Davies15 days ago
The Something and the Happen
I am sitting useless The world is waiting And I am an island apart I am sitting useless Silent and still Listless, shifting hands And inside, I am screaming I am screaming I AM SCREAMING I am screamin...
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Madi 15 days ago
Siblings
There are few people who you know for your whole life, For as long as you can remember. Those include your parents, maybe one friend, and your siblings. If you are fortunate enough to have all three t...
Rob Reidburn15 days ago
Elegy for My Father
The man who died was a loved one. Not just a loved one, although a loved one first and foremost. But also a messiah, a prophet, and a teacher. A messiah, for I secretly looked to him for salvation, th...